Concord, Concord is here, Concord is here
Our days to bless
And this our land, our land to endue
With plenty, peace and happiness.
Concord, Concord and Time, Concord and Time
Each needeth each:
The ripest fruit hangs where
Not one, not one, but only two, only two can reach.
145. Concord
William Plomer en Benjamin Britten, 1953. De goede samenleving is geordend in ruimte en tijd, opdat de harten elkaar vinden.
